I had a dream about huge, stretched canvases.
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My shoulders are stiff this morning. I’ve been working hard to get them to slope and relax, but today they are square and sore.
I had a dream about huge, stretched canvases.
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My shoulders are stiff this morning. I’ve been working hard to get them to slope and relax, but today they are square and sore.
It’s sunny out today and I very much want to wear sandals or “flip-flops” outside. But I know that it’s still cold out so I probably won’t. At least it’s sunny out. Real, spring-style sunny, not a momentary peek-a-boo from behind clouds that, except for a tiny hole, cover the sky. There is still water dripping from a recent rain, so that is pleasing, as well.
I took my measurements today, for no reason. I don’t think I’ve done this since high school in Fashion Design? Or sewing? I don’t remember which class. I do remember that my partner was Dee-anne and she vexed me because she didn’t let me measure her because she had all of her measurements from the year before. I was vexed because I felt that half of the assignment was to be able to measure someone else, not just to get your own numbers. You know, like costumers or dressmakers might have to do? It’s ok now, because I’ve done it since on other people and realized along the way that I don’t like touching other people, and realized, too, that costuming is a lot of nit-picky work that I don’t want to do (as pretty as costumes are…. so many of them just aren’t pretty at all!)
Did we do that in Fashion Design? Amber? I still have ALL of my notes from Fashion Design and couldn’t find any numbers, so maybe it was in sewing class. I might have all of those notes somewhere, too, for that matter. The fashion design ones are better though because they include fashion drawings and a report on the fashion of the middle ages.
I wandered around timeless for a while this morning but finally had to admit that I was an hour behind and changed my clocks. It was an hour or so of confusion: am I in the present or am I in the past?
My dad brought home two Saturday editions of the Globe and Mail, one for each dimension. One copy is missing sections.
I have a cold. I can admit this now because it is only when I have a cold that I get cravings for things that are bad for me. For example: McDonalds food and Will Farell.
I was watching television but for some reason there were bare bottoms in everything I watched. “Ew” I said.
“Caesura” is the word I was looking for. Thanks for the empathy, Susan! The problem was, I thought the word I was looking for started with an ‘A’. It finally just popped into my head.
Totally Nostalging.
Reading old e-mails. I have a whole folder dedicated to my last few months in Victoria. Read: Camosun peeps. Good times. Good times. Old times. Really I was getting rid of everything in my hotmail account because I’m not going to use it anymore. Or as little as possible, anyway. There are two reasons for this: 1) New email addresses are fun. 2) Using less MS interface are good.
Hey guys! It’s March. It was snowing here today. I was annoyed AND vexed about this. So cold, too! Life=hard!
Susan! The word that describes a pause in the middle of a line of poetry!
Hoo hoo!
Hoo hoo!
I realized after that I traded my Monday shift for the Saturday night before I work the Sunday morning shift. I hate doing working night and then the morning after. I used to do that at Wal-Mart (the memories of which are growing dim!) But I also traded my Wednesday for a Tuesday so I can go watch Culture. And if I don’t work on Monday I can go to tap. So I am, essentially, a winner.
Fill me in: Are the Arcade Fire really legendary? I think they just exist. I totally taped SNL last week so I could watch them. Lesson: SNL is better to watch in the daytime when I am not sleepy (like I would be if I watched it at it’s broadcast time) and also better when I can FF the commercials. Lesson 2: I used to watch SNL so that I could watch Jimmy Fallon and now he’s gone to movieland. Or the outskirts of movieland, anyway.
I asked my mum if I could change my name to Beans. She said yes. I told her to call my sister Beans as well. This would be comedic and would prevent name-mistakage, which my sister hates.